Hearing this, Gordon and his three men felt a little disappointed.
They had actually wanted to join the operation to rescue Jenny and the others.
In terms of hunting experience, the fact that the four of them had poached in the Far North Tundra for years without ever failing was proof enough of their skills.
On the ice-covered Tundra, they had hunted plenty of animals—not just Taiga Wolves, but even musk oxen, a protected species.
But seeing the resolute look in their boss's eyes, they knew they had no choice and could only silently accept the task of guarding the vehicles.
Then, Gunpowder opened the SUV's trunk, pulled out several bulging duffel bags, and tossed them onto the snow.
The bags looked heavy, their zippers strained by the contents packed within, as if they might burst at any moment.
Yves stepped forward, dragged one of the duffel bags over, and brought it before Feng Mountain.
